No Day So Clear But Hath Dark

A Sleepy Master Makes His Servant A Lowt.

Of Him That Speakes Ill, Consider The Life More Then The Word. [of Him That Speaks Ill, Consider The Life More Than The Word.]

Sum Up At Night What Thou Hast Done By Day.

Whether You Boyle Snow Or Pound It, You Can Have But Water Of It.

For All May Have, If They Dare To Try, A Glorious Life, Or Grave.